May 2012
5 posts
“Immature people falling in love destroy each other’s freedom, create a bondage,...”
– Osho (via nirvikalpa)
May 29th
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May 29th
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WatchWatch
labrot: Rebecca bought a ukulele. I wrote Christopher a song. He was very unappreciative. 
May 29th
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May 28th
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My somewhat pathetic attempt to document my life... →
May 28th
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February 2012
2 posts
Feb 7th
Just to clarify...
“Valentine’s” refers to the holiday that is in honor of St. Valentine.  “Valentines” implies that you are a whore with more than one date. 
Feb 7th
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January 2012
14 posts
Jan 31st
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“People remain what they are even if their faces fall apart.”
– Bertolt Brecht (via de-la-soul)
Jan 31st
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“You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains. You say...”
– William Shakespeare (via eyeseethesource) I am not convinced this is actually Shakespeare… but I am determined to find out.  
Jan 29th
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Jan 29th
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Jan 28th
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Jan 27th
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I want a dog. Someone buy me a place to live where...
Jan 26th
I was supposed to have the first five pages of a...
I knew this class was a great idea.  Ugh. 
Jan 26th
Jan 20th
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Jan 18th
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Jan 16th
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Jan 11th
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Jan 11th
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“Oh, God that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the marketplace!”
– Shakespeare, Beatrice in Much Ado About Nothing (via madeofflecksoflight)
Jan 9th
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December 2011
6 posts
Also, mandolin players are hot. Just saying.
Dec 28th
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BARBARA COOK WHY ARE YOU SO WISE?
Dec 28th
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Meryl Streep and Yo-Yo Ma are sitting next to each...
So much talent, in such close proximity. I can’t even handle it. 
Dec 28th
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Once upon a time
I waltzed in the middle of the street with someone I’m not in love with, and he wasn’t (and isn’t) in love with me, and I think it was the most perfect thing I’ve ever experienced because it wasn’t anything but fun and silly and a little scary and it didn’t (and doesn’t) mean anything and we never really talk, he and I, and we’ll probably never waltz...
Dec 24th
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Things That Make Rebecca Return to Tumblr:
Palmdale
Dec 23rd
I tell my grandpa about my first official paying gig. My grandpa asks if I’m planning on getting married when I graduate.  Merry Christmas. 
Dec 23rd
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November 2011
2 posts
“In the dark times, will there also be singing? Yes, there will be singing...”
– Motto by Bertolt Brecht (via coherentexistence)
Nov 22nd
Day One in Palmdale:
My mom spotted my tattoo.  It can only get better from here. 
Nov 22nd
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October 2011
6 posts
Letting People Take Advantage of You
Is the apparent theme of my week.
Oct 19th
"When I say I want Mexican food, I really mean I...
Oct 17th
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Oct 16th
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“When someone you love dies, and you’re not expecting it, you don’t lose her all...”
– A Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving (via coherentexistence)
Oct 14th
Oct 8th
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Oct 5th
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September 2011
9 posts
Sep 13th
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Sep 10th
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Sep 10th
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Sep 10th
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Sep 10th
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The truth is, the truth is, the truth is
truth, truth, truth. 
Sep 8th
To whoever stole the ring my sister gave me out of...
And thereby robbed me not only of a highly sentimental possession, but also of the very comforting ability to continuously spin it around my finger in times of stress/anxiety:   I still hate you. 
Sep 2nd
Posting this for the second time because I can't...
Frederic. Julia’s good. She mustn’t be hurt!  Jeanette. And I know that my hurt is too new, it doesn’t carry the same weight. I know it’s my memory that must fade like an old photograph, getting fainter and fainter day after day. I know there’s got to come a day when you won’t remember any more exactly what my eyes are like- you’ve hardly looked at them. And then another day, the day Julia’s...
Sep 2nd
There is a reason why I hate facebook chat and...
Sep 1st
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August 2011
1 post
"Mamie"
Mamie beat her head against the bars of a little Indiana town and dreamed of romance and big things off somewhere the way the railroad trains all ran. She could see the smoke of the engines get lost down where the streaks of steel flashed in the sun and when the newspapers came in on the morning mail she knew there was a big Chicago far off, where all the trains ran. She got tired of the barber...
Aug 15th
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July 2011
4 posts
Thank God for White Boards.
I haven’t spoken a single word out loud since 10:01am on Monday morning.  jkj8qyhdgadv.
Jul 28th
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Jul 3rd
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June 2011
3 posts
Lin Manuel Miranda and Sondheim and marriage... →
dotseurat: SO MUCH LOVE.
Jun 27th
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